It’s been ages since I wrote drama or angst so here it is. Tell me what do you think about it.! Enjoy. Part 2
Word count :: 2037
Lie. Every single word he told you was a lie. From the moment you noticed the changed in his sudden behavior you knew that were something going on off the track. But you never thought that it would create such a big mess, leading you both to the current situation.
You knew that marriage wasn’t easy. You knew that in this aspect of life you both were gonna have fights. In order to have attraction post positive and negative traits are required. So did marriage. In order to work properly there has to be fights and loves to make up for it. A few months into it, you both promised that you and Harry are never gonna fight, you both swore to always have faith in each other, but somethings never go according to the plan. They turn out who the they’re suppose to be.
Love was nowhere found now. There were only fights and fights. Shouting and screaming that’s all you did. Sometimes your throat used to get sore because of that. You didn’t enjoyed going back to your house just to see your husband sprawled on the couch doing nothing anymore. It all started to bother you.
You hated Mondays. You weren’t being able to get enough rest on weekends due to Rose and Noah. Noah just started his school and he needed a lot of attention due to his homework. Though Harry was there to help but you were’t the only one who was being shouted at but your kids were also. When the first time Noah and Rose told you how Harry always was on his phone and when they asked him to help them with their homework, he yelled at them saying ‘Go ask your super mum for help’. Poor Noah started crying and since that day they both refused to lean upon Harry for anything. They were completely dependent upon you now. They even refused to have anything purchased from his money.
You heels were digging underneath your feet and your back was paining from the long day at work spent in giving presentation. Being the CEO of the firm wasn’t easy but you were proud of your position, at least it helped you to earn enough for you and your kids to eat and live peacefully.
You opened the door of your house and the every fist thing you saw was how very untidy it was. Harry wasn’t from the messy ones but he changed. Groaning you bent down and picked up the dirty socks which greeted you.
“Noah ! Rose!!” You called for your kids but got nothing in reply. The house was empty and quite and had a pin drop silence. The only thing which could be heard was of the typing sound that probably was coming from the living room where Harry laid on the couch. His eyes dug in his phone glistening the green color. God he was beautiful. Only if he knew how much Harry was hurting you.
There was a time when Harry feared hurting you. He couldn’t bear the tears in your eyes but now it seemed like he quite enjoyed doing that.
You cleared your throat grabbing his attention. His eyes moved from his phone to your direction and went back to the gadget.
This hurt you. Everything he did hut you.
“Where are the kids?” You asked folding your arms around your chest.
“I sent them t’ your parent’s house” he replied still busy in typing.
“They were bugging meh” And this was enough to set you off verge. Without thinking any further, you straight away snatched the phone from his hand and slammed it down on the table breaking the tempered glass covered screen of it.
Harry shot up immediately. His face red from anger and you prepared yourself from the outcome of it.
“What the fuck are yeh doin??!!” he shouted picking up his phone.
“What important work were you doing Harry that made you sent our kids away from us!?” You yelled walking to him.
“Well if you would’ve taught your kids some manners” Seriously. Your kids. This time it punched you in the kids. He was a complete different man. It was okay till it all was till you but now it was for his kids as well. The poor little thing, always kept asking what’s wrong with their day, why doesn’t he loves them anymore. Noah always prayed to god to forgive them that made his father hate him. They cried for him every day. And Harry standing in front of you now eve neglected to cal his own kids his.
You cried as you fell on your knees with a loud thud. Harry’s face turned to you as he saw your trembling figure on the ground. Your sobs were loud and painful enough for him to realize what he’s done.
You could feel your heart being squeezed to death. The pain in your chest grew heavy with you’ve been carrying from months now. The faith you had, believed that one day everything will be okay seemed to be gone replaced by the dark reality of this illuminated house that had nothing but two stranger with memories inside it.
“Y/n…” Harry whispered kneeling down beside you. His cold hands coming in contact with you as you were being pulled to his chest. Instantly wrapping your arms around him after what felt like decades, you sobbed. Everything at that time made you cry. It was his skin, his scent, his soul.
“Why?” You cried.
“Why do you keep doing this?” You tightened your grip as harry rested his chin on the top of your head. Warm droplets of tears landing on your head. He was crying. Why was he crying when he was the one hurting you. Furious to get the answer you pulled away.
“You have no right to cry!” You roared standing up. Tears yet continued to fall.
“You aren’t the one hurting here, you aren’t the one being bombarded by their kids’ questions why daddy isn’t loving them anymore. Y-you aren’t the one getting broken day by day” You whispered the last part. And it was true. Everyday a little piece of you was gone. The pain was eating you alive. You heart was already crushed and the remaining was yet to be. All the butterflies were dead. They were killed by the only person who created them.
“Why are you standing dumb? Tell me!” You shouted.
“i CAN’T DO THIS ANYMORE” Harry yelled. You laughed sarcastically.
“I should be the one saying that. Why cant you do this anymore? Sick of me already. Bored ?” You asked huffing.
“Because i feel like I can’t love yeh anymore. It’s just too much for meh right now. What do ya think? This all isn’t hurting meh huh?”
“Then why’re you doing this? We can fix this mess Harry” You pleaded holding his hands.
“Yeh deserve better m’love” He said looking away holding his tears. His chin started to wobble and tears fell down his cheek. You stood on your toes to hug him. Harry squeezed your body to his hiding his face in the crook of your neck. His warm cheeks wetting your skin.
“I want you baby. No body else.” You cried
“i want yeh happy”
“I am happy with you! Look I am smiling” you cried trying to put a fake smile on your lips but failed miserably as the cries and whimpers took over. Shaking his head, Harry turned his back to you.
“I want a divorce.”
You felt air being sucked out of your lungs. After all this time, you thought he’d understand how you all are a family and how much you love him but he doesn’t seems to like that plan. But he liked to end and conclude the fight with an agreement of divorce.
Later that night you found yourself awake, eyes heavy and swollen with tears starring emotionless at the ceiling that had night glow moon and stars stickers on it. The bedroom still smelled the same as it used you during your childhood says. Walls had lots of memories printed on it that only you could see.
You blinked away the tears missing how happy you were being a kid. No drama, no pain. Just love and affection of your parents. You missed how they nurtured you and bought up so well. A whimpered left your mouth when you realized how unlucky Noah and Rose were. They wouldn’t get any of that. They won’t be able to have the fatherly love that you had when their own father refused to call them his. You muffled your cries putting a hand over your mouth as the memories started to hit.
“What do you think it is gonna be H?” You asked holding your bump admiring yourself in the mirror. You were going to find out the gender of the baby. The whole day Harry’s been excited and now he was getting ready to the doctor.
Smilingly, he walked to you and wrapped his arms around your waist putting his hands on top of your, his head resting on your shoulder as he placed a warm kiss on your cheeks.
“I think it’s a baby girl. Pretty and beautiful like her mummy” He said softly nuzzling his face in your neck. And for the fifth time that day you felt his warm tears on your skin.
“God gonna love the baby and yeh forever. I ain’t ever gonna leave yeh poppet.”
The pain was unbearable.
You eyes were tired of crying but the memories kept haunting you.
“God I’m scared” You said as you laid on the bed with your head on Harry’s chest.
“wha’s wrong peaches?” Harry asked, his chest vibrating under your ear with every word he spoke
“I’m scared of getting married” You said
“because people always end up getting drifted away or falling out of love and ending up with a divorce. I cant bear the pain of getting a divorce.”
“Who said yeh’re gonna get a divorce huh? I’m never gonna leave yeh. Hear tha’? He said and you perched up a little so that you can have a sight of his lovely face.
“You think we’ll get married?”
“I know we will and i know we’ll make it to the end as well” He said and connected his mouth to yours.
Liar. He was a liar, his love was a lie.
All that time he promised to love you and cherish you forever was fake. He made promises just to break them. He promised to take care of his kids but what he actually did? Turned his back to them.
You couldn’t help but blame yourself for causing it. Maybe it was you because of him he got away. Maybe it was you who wasn’t there for him? But how could it be you when all you did was love him with all you have.
You closed your eyes tight to get rid of the haunting memories when you heard the door open and close and soon there was a little human cuddling to your side. You rolled on your back and found rose who immediately wrapped her arms around you and hide her face in your chest. Her wet tears strained pressed up against tightly your skin as she continued to sob.
“I-I don’t wanna a new mommy” she cried.
“new mommy” You asked slightly confused to as what the little girl was saying.
“Y-yesterday when I was playing in my room and went to kitchen for juice I-I saw a big gwirl like you kissing daddy” She cried at the end because she always knew that the only person Harry kissed that way was you and seeing him kissing some other woman who wasn’t you hurt her. You couldn’t feel anything that moment as numbness too over your half alive soul.
“Her name was Kristine.”
So it was Kristine who made it difficult. But if Harry was happy then why can’t you?